Kaden froze, entirely unsure about what he should do, rocking from the whiplash as one moment crashed into another. Luna had fallen, and Peitho was no longer at his side, touching his side - and there was a collapsing girl on the floor now and, oh no. He didn’t know what to do - didn’t know - but there was a blanket draped over the couch he was sitting on and he could grab that, and pull it toward him, and bundle it in his hands, and uncertainly hold it out toward them. He’d given Marcie a blanket, that night, and Marcie wouldn’t get out of his mind right now, like she was trying to help… “Do you want…” he said, but he was too unsure to finish this sentence, and the blanket just kind of hung.